SD 48: Main Event- 3 Way Elimination Tag Match

[Ben Jacobs]

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[High Society]

High Society

[Cot'N]

The scene opens to the Catfish Hole in Fayette, Arkansas. The team of Cot'N and the girls of O-Team are seated at a table. With the guys unusual fashion and the girls' barely covered clothing, the four get alot of stares from the locals. Some good, some bad, but they definately have the attention. Drexl removes his fedora hat upon sitting at the table. Galen adjust his sunglasses, but leaves them on his head. Satin takes a napkin off the table and wipes the seat before the girls have a seat. Annie just turns her nose up at the silverware sitting wrapped on the table.

Annie: God, this place is creepy. I just get the feeling that any minute someone is going to flash us or ask if we want a popsicle.

Drexl: Relax ladies. These rednecks are harmless.

The group gets a few harsh looks after that comment.

Satin: Let's just eat and get out of this place. I can't shake this feeling that bugs are in my hair.

Galen: Just enjoy it babe.

Satin: Enjoy it?

Galen: We'll hurry and get back to the hotel.

Annie: Not much better.

Annie stands up and begins yelling for a waitress. More scowled looks from the local causes her to sit down really quickly. A waitress finally approaches.

Waitress: Let me guess....you fine folks aren't from around here.

Drexl: Good eye, Flo.

Waitress: My name's Shelly. Can I get you some drinks to start with?

Satin: Can I get a hot raspberry tea.

Shelly the Waitress: We have iced tea....it comes sweet or unsweet.

Satin: Ummm okay, unsweet.

Annie: I'll just have water, and could you put it in a clean glass.

Shelly: Water, in a clean glass it is.

Drexl: Sweet tea.

Galen: Water.

Shelly: Be right back with the drinks and I'll take your order.

The four "city slickers" look over the menus as Shelly walks off, shaking her head as she leaves.

Annie: Can you tell me again why we are here?

Drexl: Just look around you.

Satin: I really don't want to.

Drexl: These people are in dire need of a change.

Annie: These people are in dire need of lipo suction and an extreme makeover.

Galen: An extreme makeover. That's what we are going to give this town. And that's what we are going to give RCW. First we'll win the Hog Wild Tag Team Championships, then we'll start the makeover.

Drexl: I've talked to dad about helping out as well. He's going to put a big chunk of change into RCW. The place has potential, it just needs tweaking....a makeover.

Galen: Kinda like that condo we bought in Detroit. It wasn't much to look at at first, but after we hired those decorators to come in and fix the place up, we had people coming in by the dozens just to see the place.

Drexl: Not only will RCW be grateful to us, but the entire state of Arkansas.

Galen: It's not all bad, at least Bill Clinton came from Arkansas. There's a few people here with some class.

Annie: Very few.

Shelly returns with the drinks. Annie inspects hers really well for cleanliness.

Shelly: Can I get your orders now?

Annie: I'll just have salad. Light ranch dressing.

Satin: Same for me.

Drexl: I'll have the 12 oz. steak. Medium well....um on second thought make it well done.

Galen: I'll have the portabella tips. Bring a bottle of LeShuan's steak sauce.

Shelly: We have A1.

Galen: Fine.

Shelly leaves again. Still obviously wondering about her new patrons.

Drexl: What we did was genius. AJ Supreme and Ben Jacobs saw the potential we had already. All we had to do was tell them that we were the best tag team ever.

Annie: They could tell by looking at you that you were great. I mean, you two have class, just like AJ and Ben.

Satin: Unlike the other trash that works for RCW.

Galen: And Eurotrash like Page.

Drexl: We walked in, introduced ourselves just at the precise time. AJ saw that we were serious and put us right in a match for the contendership. The other teams know absolutely nothing about us. What better first match could we ask for?

Galen: Nothing more.

Drexl: Winning this match, and taking those titles from the New Level is going to be like taking candy from a baby.

Galen: Then comes part two of the plan. Taking care of AJ and Ben, and completely rebuilding RCW the way we invisioned it. So so simple, yet so so complex.

Drexl: Can't believe it's so easy.

Shelly returns once again along with a helper with everyone's food. The girls look less than satisfied but decide not to complain. The four newcomers to Arkansas begin to eat as the cameras fade out.

[Delilah Ghost]

Predictable as ever, the commercials end and the picture changes to a view of someone's living room, somewhere. Spacious, the walls and furniture are all in varying shades of white as well as various rugs on a hardwood floor. Directly across the room is a breathtaking view of clear blue water through a huge picture window. The house is silent, except for the sound of a door closing behind the cameraman and a phone starting to ring. It cuts out as the cameraman moves through the house and the answering machine picks up.

"Hi! If you have this number, then you already know who lives here," a cheery voice pipes up from the machine. "Unfortunately, someone's broken into the house and murdered us all in our sleep. So leave your name and number, and we'll get back to you as soon as possible." *beeeeep*

A second of silence passes before the caller speaks. "How many times to I have to tell you.....leave the BLOODY MACHINE ALONE!" *click*

The cameraman stops outside an open doorway in time to hear an answering chuckle from inside. He steps inside, stopping just inside the door. The bedroom he has entered seems to follow the same color scheme as the rest of the house. Except for the mess of pillows and various items of clothing strewn from ceiling to floor. Two human-sized lumps huddle underneath a sheet, one slowly beginning to move.

"You'd think that a guy that keeps the likes of us around would have more of a sense of humor."

The lump stretches, a pale arm and leg peeking out from under the sheet. "Yeah, yeah. But we keep Clive young with our shenanigans, we do." The sheet is pushed back far enough for Delilah to look at a clock on the table next to the bed. "Right on time, Z."

"Yo."

With a wink, Delilah lays her head back down on her pillow and closes her eyes. Seconds later she sits straight up, clutching the sheet to her chest with a look of horror on her face. Mikey sits up as well, looking concerned. He puts a hand on her shoulder and Delilah turns to him with wide eyes.

"Ohmigod...I had...I had...ohhh it was horrible. The worst dream ever. I dreamed that the Queer Eye For The Straight Guy guys came to RCW and ruined a perfectly good tag match. It was terrible....those clothes...and that hair..."

Mikey's look of concern quickly faded. He rolled his eyes and fixed her with a look that clearly said one thing.

Are you serious?

To which Delilah responds with smacking herself on the forehead and laughing. "Oh yeah...that actually happened. Silly me. I guess I was just in denial."

Mikey shakes his head before falling back, grinning up at Delilah from his pillow. He twirls a finger next to his head in the universal 'crazy person' gesture.

"What? Are we really supposed to take these guys seriously. Looking like that? With a name like Climax o' the Night? Really? Too bad these guys will probably end up winning all the time. The rest of us will be too busy laughing our collective ass off to put up much of a fight. These two make the Hardly Boys look straighter than straight is straight. We'll have the Village People in the front row of every show now. They'll be...."

Cut off mid ramble by a pillow to the side of her head, Delilah turns to Mikey with a pout.

"What? C'mon? I bet Tom Cruise'll turn out to be their biggest fan. Once everyone gets a good look at the beards Skippy and Sparky have hangin' off their arms no one's gonna say anything else about Katie."

This time Mikey covers his face with the pillow, his body shaking with silent laughter.

"Okay, okay. I'll be nice. Nicer. Whatever. I know! The Dandyman and Big Ben! I can say nice things about them! Hell of a match, boys, hell of a match. Gotta say, Page, you know how to pick 'em. Definitely wasn't expecting a brute like Vauxhall there. Personally, I think this title shot thing should really be just you and us. We'll have to get in a round two one of these days. You just can't have a match like that and have it end the way it did. Like all those headshrinkers say...we need closure. You and us with no punk b*tches to get in our way. A little colonies versus the crown, only George wears warpaint and Martha's gone mad."

"And, come next Southern Dynamite, we'll show them how it's done yet again, once we get those...two...out of the way. Sparky...Skip...you got confidence, I'll give you that. Brains? Not so much. Dangerous combo, that is. See, you decided to bust in and throw some nickel-plated, rhinestone studded weight around in an attempt to get noticed. And yes, get noticed you did. Good job. Milkbones for everybody. The only problem is...well...I'm not the only one in denial here. You two are so far in it you'll start spontaneously speaking Egyptian here pretty quick. Yeah, AJ and Ben put you in a tag match that will lead to a title shot. That's true. And here's where you two and reality part ways. You think it's because you're the new big bad, impressing the bosses by taking out two teams in the middle of a wicked frickin' match that had the whole house on its feet. And really? It was probably something more like Ben turning to AJ and asking 'Hey, how long do you think these two chuckleheads would last against those four?'. AJ probably has two grand on less than a minute and a half."

"No favor was done for Skippy and Sparky here. None at all."

"The peroxide princes are all 'yay us' when they've been thrown to the wolves. That's right, kiddies, you really shouldn't be happy about this. Having to face four people with good reason to hurt you isn't a good thing. Especially when two of them are Mikey and myself. Oh no. Not. At. All. Just ask Pain and Suffering what happens when you get in the way of Alpha Storm. You're both lucky you're not waking up with the heads of your girlfriends' chihuahua on the pillow next to you. Or your girlfriend's head on the chihuahua's body. Whatever. Me, Mikey, Page, Vauxhall.....the title shot is for us. Not you. What you'll get is a lesson learned, although I doubt you'll be the wiser for it."

"There's a storm coming, kiddies. Run while you still can."

[High Society]

Arise, Sir Jonathan

[BDC]

[glow=red,2,300]The Following Has Been Brought To You By The Most Evil Couple In Pro Wrestling...Delilah Ghost & Mikey!!!!!!![/glow]

"The Kingpin" BDC stands behind the bar at The Parting Glass in Saratoga, NY. The camera focuses in on BDC while he adjusts the hook where his right hand should be.

BDC: Good evening. I've know that you good people have tuned in to get a few words from the Alpha Storm regarding their up coming match at Southern Dynamite against High Society and Cot'N. However, they are a little busy. I'm not saying what they're doing, because I don't know. They could be on a hit, having relations, putting babies on spikes, or blowing up RV's filled with headless gummy bears. I don't know.

BDC clears his throat.

BDC: What I do know is this. There is going to be some fairy fur flying on Southern Dynamite. High Society, you boys gave one hell of a fight at the last show. Paige you've done good to get you some over stuffed monkey with one hell of a punch. Just be careful, John-boy, A.J. has a nasty steroid policy. But stuff all the H.G.H. you can in him, feed him more protein and bring his big ass on, because the bigger they are, the harder they fall when Mikey's knee connects with the temple.

BDC pours some Parrot's Bay into a glass.

BDC: But the real problem isn't with High Society. No, you see, The tag team division was invaded. Now, when I was in, the whole don't ask, don't tell policy came into effect, and I believe we have the same policy in the R.C.W. So, I won't insult the fact that Suzie and Sally enjoy their own wrestling, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. And what about those to broad with them? Cover-ups? Good gravy, did you folks see those two? They have the combined I.Q. of my shoe size.

BDC takes a swig of the Parrot's Bay.

BDC: So, in closing, I'm going to be honest with you good people. I don't really think it matters to Mikey and Delilah who goes on for the tag straps. Cot'N, you didn't see what happened to Pain & Suffering, did you? Get on the Alpha Storm bad side, something bad is going to happen. High Society, don't be too wrapped up in your proper selves, turn your back on the Storm once, your blood will be spilled!! Hold on tight, when the hair on the back of your neck is standing, there's a Storm coming!!
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